Blanche started, and released her hand. She trembled a little. There was a horrible certainty of conviction expressed in Lady Lundie’s sudden change of manner.
“How?” she asked.
“You shall see. Tell me the truth, on your side, first. Where is Sir Patrick? Is he really out, as his servant told me?”
“Yes. He is out with the farm bailiff. You have taken us all by surprise. You wrote that we were to expect you by the next train.”
“When does the next train arrive? It is eleven o’clock now.”
“Between one and two.”
“Sir Patrick will not be back till then?”
“Not till then.”
“Where is Mr. Brinkworth?”
“My husband?”